A lot more than they thought?

Big boy peered over the rock he was hiding behind into the building. He looks in through the hole. Pale gray bodies lay on the floor. Pastey trails of blood mixed with cement dust leak from their shrapnel wounds. One woman sits in profile on her knees and clutches the sides of her head. As she pulls her sack cloth mask up over her face, Big boy can see thin lines of dark crimson trickle out from her ears. His attention is quickly drawn however to the spectacle that awaits him on the far side. The woman with the black leather that grilled Jenny during his first visit here stood on a stage with two turrets, two industrial sized fans, and two women suspended by wires from the ceiling with small bead vibrators duck taped on to their clits.

"We've been waiting for you Big boy! Your girls cant seem to get enough of you. For weeks all I've heard about is Big green cock that, thick tasty cum this, you cant make me do that, blah, blah, blah. While between all their idoitic ramblings they let a few things slip. Like the fact that you're such a loser that a litte puusy juice will make you loose your mind. Let's see if those Bimbos where right for once. Ladies hit the fans! Start the turrets!"

Bullets and scent poured out the hole as Big boy tried to gain control of his senses. He knew he had to stay in cover but it was almost impossible to keep his legs in check. Every muscle in his body ached to get in there and ravish those women, but to move now was certain ****. He manged to compose himself and call something out to his brothers?